when harry potter met league of legends

When Allen returned to his bed, the first thing he felt was the pillow that he had stuffed into the quilt to pretend to be a dummy. Looking at the closed curtains of the bed, Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Marshall, who had returned, did not take a curious look at his bed - although this was a small probability event, he still couldn't help but worry.

But now it seems that everything is safe.

That's none of his business, since he has already killed Voldemort's soul anyway - as a person who has no intention of being a savior, what else can he be expected to do?

As for the traces in the Forbidden Forest - they can figure it out as they please. Anyway, Percy has a great family behind him (well, this latter is subject to discussion), so even though he is half a victim, he should be fine.

Not to mention the huge influence of the Weasley family in the wizarding world, even if others want to interfere with school affairs, they have to go through Dumbledore first - and although he has witnessed the return of Tom Riddle with his own eyes, he is likely to be depressed.

This news, but one would never blame a victim for suppressing the news.

However, the things Allen left there can at least tell Dumbledore one thing - that is, the Tom who caused harm to his school died. As for whether he was so excited after successfully escaping that he laughed to death or was too seriously injured.

In this case, let him think about it slowly.

As for Dumbledore discovering the Horcrux in advance?

Discover it - before Harry, he couldn't figure out the most important piece of the puzzle - the memory of how many Horcruxes there are.

To be honest, Allen didn't mind at all that Dumbledore killed Voldemort in advance - who stipulated that only Harry could kill the boss!

However, these are not important to Allen - compared to those troubles, a warm bed is more in line with his heart.

With all the energy exhausted after the war, Allen quickly fell asleep.

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Early the next morning, Allen was woken up by a careless Marshall - he was shaking Allen's bed crazily, as if something earth-shattering had happened.

Marshall responded with an outstretched wand and a streak of petrification.

Are you kidding me - Alan had only slept for less than five hours, and it was after the battle. Even if Dumbledore called him personally, he would still take action - don't you know there is such a thing as getting up angry?

However, another unfortunate thing for Michelle is that - since the ban was announced this morning and there was a day off, the little wizards who had been holding back for a long time went out to play crazily - for a group of naughty children

It was the most terrifying torture for the little wizard to stay in the house for so long!

Well, for the same reason - classmate Marshall couldn't get help from anyone, and it wasn't until Allen reluctantly opened his eyes two hours later that he discovered him standing as a sculpture.

With the unlucky child's expectant look on his face, Allen untied the spell angrily - causing him to collapse directly to the ground - unable to move for two hours.

While rubbing his numb legs on the ground, Marshall cried:

"Alan - I kindly came here to remind you - woo hoo - you actually cast a spell directly on me!

I specifically asked you to go outside to play because everyone had been holding it in for so long - and you actually attacked me with a petrification spell!

For a whole—woohoo—two hours, I couldn’t move!

Woo woo

......."

Unfortunately, Marshall is not a cute girl, so what greets him is not candy, but Ellen, who is about to cast a silencing spell on him.

This made him quickly give up his plan to continue crying, and made a request for compensation that made Allen laugh and cry - he wanted to read the book that Allen was hiding in bed and reading yesterday - according to him, it took a lot of perseverance for him to bear it.

I woke up yesterday and planned to ask for a book.

Okay - if you had shouted, I probably would have had to use One Shot and Forget It on you last night.

Allen angrily took out a gift book from his boss back then and threw it to Marshall - "No, I'll give it to you!"

This made his roommate's expression instantly bloom like chrysanthemums blooming in autumn - they are all yellow and can no longer be yellow.

During Marshall's introduction, he quickly learned what happened to the breakfast he missed.

Two teams of Aurors came to Hogwarts last night - they came to assist in searching the Forbidden Forest at Dumbledore's request - hearing this, Alan felt that Hagrid should be worried, after all, he had raised so many children there.

Many forbidden creatures.

But obviously Dumbledore was too proud, which caused the Aurors to selectively ignore those magical creatures.

It is said that the criminal was killed last night - his bones were bombed into a pile of powder under the powerful magic.

This was not beyond Allen's expectation - if they didn't kill the criminal, I'm afraid this panic incident would not be able to stop.

The only problem is that it was not Dumbledore who killed the murderer, but the Auror who came to help.

To be honest, if the credit was given to Dumbledore, Allen would be absolutely convinced - if he hadn't beaten Voldemort to the lowest level yesterday, Allen would definitely not have risked killing him. In other words, this

Most of the credit goes to Dumbledore.

However, there is a big problem if the Ministry of Magic takes away the credit - obviously, the Minister of Magic has already begun to break with Dumbledore, and he is trying to pull himself out from the shadow of Dumbledore's greatness.

But Allen had no intention of getting involved in such nonsense - when Voldemort came back, this fool would know where he had made a mistake.

As for now, Allen has more important things to do.

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That night, Hogwarts campus.

In a room in the staff lounge, a sad and frightened witch lay on the ground - she was attacked by Allen from behind.

Allen looked like a beeping dog - it's so late at night, why are you not sleeping?

Although he broke into the house illegally at this moment, he had no intention of repenting at all.

Walking a few steps to the small bed, Allen looked at the little wizard lying on the bed who still looked scared of the limited edition expression.

Allen put his hands under the window angrily, and a cloud of starlight condensed on his hands.

After the starlight condensed into a bright ball of light, Allen struggled to place the ball of light on the little wizard's chest - soon, with cold sweat on Allen's forehead, the starlight completely fell into the little wizard's chest.

in vivo.

It's really tiring - the difficulty of this spell is much higher than Alan imagined, which also made his plan to make money by competing for business with St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries suddenly come to nothing.

After yesterday's battle, Soraka's most powerful skill that had blocked him for a long time finally pierced the window paper, which also gave him the ability to eliminate the influence of the Cruciatus Curse.

But what's the reason for the inexplicable unhappiness? He obviously doesn't have a good relationship with Slytherin!

Forget it, if you don't feel good, just feel bad - looking at the two comatose mother and son who could only rely on each other in the house, Allen sighed and left the hut. It was already late at night, and he should go back to sleep.

ps: The debt is paid off, it’s easy!

By the way, I want to advertise. I have been in debt for a long time, and I have always been in debt and dare not pay.

I recommend a book by a big guy called "I Walked Through the Second Dimension". The book is not bad, but the main point of my recommendation is that this big guy has a good character. It is said that when he and the reader were having a big health care, he blocked the gun for the reader.

I've trapped myself in it! Of course, this is just a legend, I just listened to what they said, but what I witnessed is that this boss said that he was betting on women's clothing and then posted photos. It's really a spit and a nail!

But the photo is a flash photo, so I can’t share it. The bosses are so scary these days...